poem

as a man from Glasgow born 1981
in a scheme called Easterhouse
the storys dont do the scheme justice
people cant get by the story the gangs
the side to any place in most towns,schemes the place you walk
people who like any close camunety will have fall outs
but every day keep a pure heart for people around them
more than ive felt since i moved
not to say that the same hasnt been since i moved
for the people on the move have helped
set the next seen to myself as sum type a voice
words will pour from the times that need them
photography capured the time to reflect
and see my myself as what i wasent
to the ink the pain seemed tae pass
[my words lee smillie]

 

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